I saw the image before reading the caption and thought, “oh, **Harold **is getting a scolding.” So either:

a) this was a core memory from the '80s that I’ve somehow retained b) Larson always names that guy “Harold” c) I have powers beyond mortal comprehension

Party pooper! Just ask him nicely to make room for guests in his nice castle.

As a grown man, right now I need my emotional support pillow fort.